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January 3, 2014

Snow Day…?

This whole “let’s go to a different country for a couple of months” thing got off to a roaring start today.

My flight was cancelled.


Apparently British Airways cares about, like, safety, and so we’re not taking off in the massive snowstorm currently swirling outside my window.

This means that the fortune cookie that I got last night was a blatant lie:


I know. Total bummer. Fortune cookies are not actually accurate predictors of future events.

There are a couple of benefits to this: I get to watch the first round of the NFL playoffs (which I wasn’t expecting to get to do in England for reasons that should be semi-obvious: if I asked for the football game, I wouldn’t exactly get what I was looking for), I get to eat a little bit more great pizza (very important), and I get to spend an extra couple of days with my family.

That’s nice, right?

So what am I missing? A couple of days in London with my friend Jacob who I have not seen in a year and a half, as well as some general exploration/getting used to things/maybe trying tea. I planned on arriving in England five days before I had to be at UEA so that I could get used to people talking funny and driving on the wrong side of the road etc., and now my flight will arrive on the morning that I’m actually supposed to arrive for orientation.

I’ve never really been a roll-with-the-punches kind of kid. (I once blogged about getting disappointed over a bowling score.) The way I see it, if I were supposed to roll with them, they wouldn’t be called “punches.” They’d be called “balls” or “rolling pins” or something that’s supposed to roll. The punches are supposed to be annoying.

I don’t get over stuff very easily; I tend to think about how I could have fixed it or done it differently or what’s going to happen in the future. It’s a really bad habit that I have, this agonizing over stuff. When I was interviewed for my job at admissions, I called it my greatest weakness, but I can’t change it. It’s part of me.

But I’m not so worried about this one. I’m going to get to England. I’m safe here at home; I don’t see a reason to complain. I’ll have plenty of time over there. Who cares if I start today or if I start Tuesday?

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